.The morning dew
Flowing down her breast
As she lies on the poppy
She's a dryad-it's her excuse
Inside the old shack
Of oak wood
Overgrown by weed
She's a dryad-as a shrine
In her eyes flower blooms
She smells like a parfume
She's a dryad-she has to s.
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